I don't know why people have to contact me via myspace when they could show me some mad props in the comments field on amoeba.com/blog!!!  But ... whatever. I love you!

Here it is, you lazy internet tweedles: Mouth and MacNeil!!!!!


Of course, when Uni and I perform this song, there will be much much less sexual tension, though no one can eradicate the sensual power of this song! If you are in Scotland, Paris or arounds about England, check Uni's myspace page for tour dates in your area! Don't miss out on this magical extravaganza!!

Ding!

-- Brickly

I love this:



Of course, there's a million reasons. But I will only bore you with a few because I am aware that I am not fascinating: a lot of the time, I don't give a flippin damn what someone has to say with the lyrics they agonized writing - like Shelley in a smelly, dive bar. Sometimes? I don't care!!!!!! Raaaaaaarrrrgh!!! Also, it's like the man said, "... essentially I'm an animal, so just what do I do with all the aggression?"





or Explosions in the Sky.


Also, I think in a couple of years my hair will resemble the dude on vocals. At which point I will find someone very gullible and say that that was me in the video, and we had everyone else stand in holes like they did when filming the Hobbits in Lord of the Rings. I will not live this lie, but I will ride it for an hour or so. Then, laughter. (mine)

Of course, I also love this:

 


Ha! Ha! Baby goat!! Ha Ha!! Is anyone else very sad that they do not have a pet like this goat? Please raise your hands. Also, is anyone else very sad that they cannot order merchandise, (cough ShopperTshirt Addict cough) from Mono? Or that I seem to have lost my copy of  The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place ... ?

I will only say that this day seems to make me sad - more and more sad every year.


This, to me, isn't about anything as petty as a red or a blue state, shallow things created by the media to increase the distances between us. My brain chases my heart around, and ultimately they end up over in the corner somewhere, in the dark. Sad. Crushing sadness for everyone involved.



It's a sadness, indeed, to know the state of the world - and to feel the tears upon your face, feeling helpless and alone - wishing for nothing more than this:



Nanci Griffith. Twenty years of helping me stay human in a world that tears apart every human heart. Thank you, Ma'am. I can't thank you enough.

see. you. there.

unless i see you fierce.

I also can't believe she chose to do some of the very songs that have held me close in safety these past few years: Gimme Shelter. Perfect Day. Helpless. That's weird and beautiful, scary too ... thank you, Patti Smith.

I thought after meeting Tina Turner, I could just die. Hey, life doesn't get any better than that! Climax! Then Joan Baez did an instore at Leopold Records in Berkeley, and I got to meet her as well. Of course I thought: now I can die. Zenith! (I am aware that this is not healthy thinking, okay?)

Those were the records that I listened to as a child - these were the women who saved my life. How many chances do you get to look someone in the eye who stormed the world and demanded change, and damn well GOT THE CHANGE? How many chances does a person get to thank them - in person?

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